After all the excesses of Christmas we decided to get some fresh air yesterday.
Monday, 31 December 2007
Saturday, 29 December 2007
Monday, 24 December 2007
LMHR
LMHR
Sunday, 23 December 2007
Love Music Hate Racism
I went to the Love Music Hate Racism gig last night, and despite poor sound it was very enjoyable, and at £3 a ticket it would be churlish to complain anyway. I got to see The Neat, Sonic Boom Six, The Paddingtons and The View. Also playing were a band called Firecamp, a group of 6 or 7 black kids from London who specialised in sharing 3 microphones and audience participation. Unfortunately when they came on stage, half the audience went to the bar, ah, the irony. Piccies may follow when downloaded.
Friday, 14 December 2007
Local Authoritarians
Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been visiting you as often as I used to. Much of my blogging was done during breaks and at lunchtime whilst at work. Sadly, the Local Council (for whom I work) have decided to restrict access to certain websites, of which my blog and consequently others appear to be on the list. This means most of my blogging will now be restricted to weekends. I will of course find some equally petty way of getting back at my employers!
Thursday, 13 December 2007
Soul
Tuesday, 11 December 2007
Sunday, 9 December 2007
Up with the cock
I took this at 10 am this morning, maybe he got up at 4.00 this morning to watch the boxing too.
Thursday, 6 December 2007
All the organs of the body were having a meeting,trying to decide who was the one in charge.'I should be in charge,' said the brain,'Because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen.
''I should be in charge,' said the blood ,'because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd all waste away.
''I should be in charge,' said the stomach ,'because I process food and give all of you energy.
''I should be in charge,' said the legs,'because I carry the body wherever it needs to go.
''I should be in charge,' said the eyes,'Because I allow the body to see where it goes.
''I should be in charge,' said the rectum,'Because I'm responsible for waste removal.
'All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.
Within a few days,the brain had a terrible headache,the stomach was bloated,the legs got wobbly,the eyes got watery,and the blood was toxic.They all decided that the rectum should be the boss.
The Moral of the story?
The ass hole is usually the one in charge!
''I should be in charge,' said the blood ,'because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd all waste away.
''I should be in charge,' said the stomach ,'because I process food and give all of you energy.
''I should be in charge,' said the legs,'because I carry the body wherever it needs to go.
''I should be in charge,' said the eyes,'Because I allow the body to see where it goes.
''I should be in charge,' said the rectum,'Because I'm responsible for waste removal.
'All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.
Within a few days,the brain had a terrible headache,the stomach was bloated,the legs got wobbly,the eyes got watery,and the blood was toxic.They all decided that the rectum should be the boss.
The Moral of the story?
The ass hole is usually the one in charge!
Sunday, 2 December 2007
Different days, different rules
On Tuesday the postman left a parcel on our windowsill because it was too big to go through the letter box, and presumably he couldn't be bothered to write out a card and take it back to the sorting office. The fact that anyone could have walked off with it, I guess, wasn't important to him.
On Wednesday we got 2 cards through the door, a parcel for us, and a parcel for Luke who uses our house as a postal address. When Luke went to collect his parcel, yes you've guessed it, they gave him ours.
On Wednesday we got 2 cards through the door, a parcel for us, and a parcel for Luke who uses our house as a postal address. When Luke went to collect his parcel, yes you've guessed it, they gave him ours.
Friday, 30 November 2007
Bazza's Office
Wednesday, 28 November 2007
The Four Stages of Life
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.
If any of our female visitors think this isn't relevant to them, that's probably a good thing.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.
If any of our female visitors think this isn't relevant to them, that's probably a good thing.
Tuesday, 20 November 2007
Great truths about growing old
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
Sunday, 18 November 2007
Friday, 16 November 2007
Refreshed
Sunday, 11 November 2007
National Security
For reasons that I can't go into, there will be no posts on this blog until next weekend. Hush, hush, mum's the word, nod's as good as a wink etc.
Princess
Friday, 9 November 2007
Great truths about life that adults have learned
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing Jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge . . .mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the toy.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge . . .mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the toy.
Thursday, 8 November 2007
Great truths about life that little children have learned
1) When your Mum is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
2) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
3) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
4) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
5) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
6) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
2) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
3) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
4) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
5) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
6) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
Monday, 5 November 2007
Harry
Friday, 2 November 2007
Thursday, 1 November 2007
Sunday, 28 October 2007
Beverley Westwood
Thursday, 25 October 2007
Lunchtime walk
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
Monday, 22 October 2007
Animated Apple
It's an apple and it moves, it won't win an Oscar, it could be in with a chance of a Raspberry though.
Saturday, 20 October 2007
Bad Bee
Friday, 19 October 2007
Tuesday, 16 October 2007
The Elevator
An Amish boy and his father were in a mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.
The boy asked, 'What is this Father?'
The father (never having seen an elevator) responded, 'Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life. I don't know what it is.
While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a fat old lady in a wheel chair moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched the small circular numbers above the walls light up sequentially.
They continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous 24-year-old blonde stepped out.
The father said quietly to his son ... 'Go and get your mother.'
The boy asked, 'What is this Father?'
The father (never having seen an elevator) responded, 'Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life. I don't know what it is.
While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a fat old lady in a wheel chair moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched the small circular numbers above the walls light up sequentially.
They continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous 24-year-old blonde stepped out.
The father said quietly to his son ... 'Go and get your mother.'
Monday, 15 October 2007
Saturday, 13 October 2007
Friday, 12 October 2007
Thursday, 11 October 2007
More City Centre
Wednesday, 10 October 2007
Funny how it goes
Nothing to post for a few days and then in the space of an hour I get some nice shots of old buildings in Hull, some great graffiti shots and we're off to the fair tonight. I just don't know when I'm going to get time to post them all!
Sunday, 7 October 2007
Beverley Food Fayre
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